Blade Of Agony Novels & Stories

I’m still having some fun and unleashing all of my repressed fucking rage on them. I stride over to my table of toys. I scan over all the different torture devices as if I were a young kid at a candy store. My eyes widen with a sense of glee as wave my hand over the various whips, blades, saws, and a large bottle of wolfsbane. Don’t want these lower life forms to heal too quickly. My hand stops over a large silver blade. This is a nice blade- nine inches of pure silver, with a serrated edge and sharp point, perfect for fileting meat. With werewolves, we can heal from silver, but if infused with wolfsbane, scars will be left. I think this is an experience Justin should remember…for however lo

My eyes remained riveted to the tableau of torment before me – my blade embedded halfway into Raffaele's hand. Crimson fluid spilled, a macabre tableau that failed to solicit even an iota of concern from me. Such trifles paled in comparison to my objectives. "Do you comprehend my affinity for this blade?" I inquired with a sinister grin. "It specializes in agony – an exquisite suffering. Your hand must feel as if it's on the precipice of disintegration, am I right?" A strangled cry escaped Raffaele's lips as I subjected him to another twist of the knife. The sound of flesh yielding, bones fracturing, amalgamated into a grotesque cacophony.

The spear was then about hitting Alana who was standing in front of me and I grabbed the blade before it could reach her. I groaned in pain as the balde sizzled against my skin. It was made from silver. I pushed the blade backwards and the pain that I was feeling on my skin from the silver increased. I then used my elbow to break spear before grabbing it and shoving it into the head of the dead warrior. Jumping into the air, I kicked the head of the dead warrior off the shoulder. The dead warrior then fell to the ground.

And then— It happened so fast I couldn’t process it. Augustine wrenched himself sideways, his hand flying to the wall where a ceremonial sword hung as a decoration. I heard the scrape of metal as it tore free from its mount. “Kayla!” Adrian shouted. I turned, eyes wide. The blade gleamed in the torchlight as he lunged. I didn’t even have time to move. The impact was blinding, an explosion of pain in my stomach. I gasped, my body jerking as the sword slid into me, deep, hot, final. My knees buckled. The world tilted.

He was about attacking her with a slap when it happened. A slick silver blade flew from an anonymous direction and directly slammed into Logan chest. Logan gripped his heart immediately, his eyes widening as he slowly went down to the ground. Silver blade and knives was their enemy and there was no way they could survive it Nad slowly, the hate claws of death captured him Into their abode.

Another alphas saw that. I was going to go right away but Argus immediately ran to Blake's place. And I almost shout when he pulled out a knife. I immediately ran, not only me, because Ayessa also ran. But we were pushed back when Argus let out a strong wind. Argus lifted the knife and took Blake's hand which was now purple as well. Argus immediately stab Blake's finger causing me to throw my sword at him. And I almost killed Argus when Blake fainted in his arms. Sugarmaui--

He appeared right above her head in the sky and thrusted his board sword at the giant's nape. ~ARRRGGGHHHHH Unfortunately, The blade only shredded the empty space. She vanished once again from her spot before the sword could reach her. Agenor gritted his teeth, but he brought his sword next to his waist to block the attack that rushed at him from beside. He experienced the same quick body-snapping sensation like Maira from the intensity of the collision. The ruthless attack of the bladeless sword nearly caused him to black out. Thankfully, he was able to stop it with his sword at the very last second.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

I had him. I didn't see his next move coming, which was good for him but lethal for me. He simply leaned forward, his neck longer than mine, and planted a bite deep into my front leg. The tissue and muscle beneath his teeth screamed and I whipered as I retreated. His teeth ripped from my flesh and a steady trickle of blood was left in their wake. The flimsy action was enough to buy him time to stand, though we were both now at a disadvantage. We stared at each other, quisitive and burning as we calculated our next move. Sage was urging me to finish him, to tear him limb from limb. I struggled to find my opening, my mind having been shaken by his play.

Solana is surrounded, a necromancer who obviously isn't fascinated by her, a vampire a mortal enemy, and the foxes, the zealots, the vermins. "The fog began to thicken and Solana's vision is busted. A blade was thrown at her, her reflexes are good enough to avoid being slashed. The blade's temper line is sharp and it could cut a person's head by just simply swinging it, what more if it's being thrown by a big bad fox. The fact that the blade that Foire was holding is made out of silver. "Don't hide, you bastards," Solana said hat provoke, well, Foire. He has the least temper amongst all in the circle. He came at Solana with his blades on fire. Solana hates fire, she has always hated fire.